I got the call. The dreaded call every child fears. My dad wasn’t well, and the man who had always been my everything needed me.
There was only one thing to do; pack up and head back to my hometown. I had finally made my dream life in the city with the great job and loving boyfriend. But was there really a choice not to go?
I found a wonderful job, a quaint house to rent, my boyfriend was working on joining me in Binghamton, and my favorite pizza place was only miles away. Life was good.
Until I met my neighbor.
It’s been three years since I’d seen Aaron Walters, and my God is he all kinds of sexy gorgeous. Figures. He was supposed to be my forever, the man I grew old with, but he had different plans. How can a man who ripped my heart apart still trip me up? How can he make me still want him now more than ever?
I’m tempted, I’m drawn toward him, I’m completely and utterly unaware that I’m dating his biological brother.
Now two men own my heart. The question is, which brother will I choose?
I nearly put this book down before I was a quarter of the way into it. I wasn’t connecting with the characters, and some of the writing was feeling forced. At the advice of some of my reading buddies, I pushed through, and I’m glad I did. While The Other Brother isn’t the best book I’ve ever read, it was satisfying and interesting. The characters had compelling backstories, and this was an interesting twist on a second-chance romance.
The Other Brother is a stand-alone. However, there are two other couples in the book who have previously been written about: Racer and Georgie in Twisted Twosome and Tucker and Emma in My Best Friend’s Ex. I did not read those books before The Other Brother, but the couples intrigued me enough that I have added them to my TBR and hope to visit them soon.
Second chance romances are a favorite of mine. There is just something about reconnecting with a significant other from the past and rediscovering the passion once shared that warms my heart. Aaron and Amelia had that connection in spades. It was evident from the start what they’d lost had never disappeared, only misplaced. I enjoyed the flashbacks to their initial relationship; it put the foundation on which Aaron was trying to build their new relationship in crystal clear perspective.
The most intriguing part of the book was that of the brothers, Aaron & Tyke. While a little unreal, I loved it; I read to escape reality, so it was terrific to get that little bit of departure. In fact, all the family dynamics Aaron had to deal with were fascinating and heartbreaking.
My wish for The Other Brother is that the first few chapters be more attention-grabbing. As I said, I nearly DNF’d the book because of the first quarter, when I was finding it hard to connect with the characters or writing. The writing did improve as the novel progressed, so I felt that, perhaps, the author had difficulty connecting with the characters in the beginning as well.
Meghan Quinn, while not exactly unknown to me, is an author I’ve never read. I’ve extensively heard about how funny she is – if you follow my reviews, you know I stay away from comedy – so I’d had little reason to pick up her books. I’m unsure if this book is a departure for her, but the humor took a back seat to the emotion and intensity of The Other Brother. Keeping this fact in mind, I have every intention of trying a few titles from her backlist.
Why? Why does he have to magically appear in my life? Moving back to Binghamton, I thought about the possibility of maybe running into him, but I thought it unlikely, something that would never really happen.
Boy, was I wrong.
What a sick joke life is playing on me.
Aaron Walters, the boy who broke me into pieces is my neighbor.
I can’t fathom the impact I feel already.
Seeing him in hip-hugging jeans and a tight, plain shirt did a number on me. It kept me up all night as memories of what we used to have flooded my mind.
The way he used to kiss my neck.
The way I felt so protected in his arms.
Too bad his arms couldn’t protect me from his devastating, heart-breaking self.
And hell, he looked good. Too good.
He’s always been tall with handsome features and a chiseled jaw, but now he’s bulked up to the point that I could see his abs flexing under his shirt, the same shirt that stretched over his biceps.
But it wasn’t his muscles or handsome features that once again made my heart ache, it was those eyes. So bright, so blue, so kind, but still so sad. It reminded me of the first day I met him, of the day he stole my heart from every other man on the market.
Broken, unsure, yet yearning for love. It was all there, and like experiencing a moment of déjà vu, I was transported back into a time when I felt invisible like I could conquer anything with him at my side.
Once again, I was wrong.
Born in New York and raised in Southern California, Meghan has grown into a sassy, peanut butter eating, blonde haired swearing, animal hoarding lady. She is known to bust out and dance if “It’s Raining Men” starts beating through the air and heaven forbid you get a margarita in her, protect your legs because they may be humped.
Once she started commuting for an hour and twenty minutes every day to work for three years, she began to have conversations play in her head, real life, deep male voices and dainty lady coos kind of conversations. Perturbed and confused, she decided to either see a therapist about the hot and steamy voices running through her head or start writing them down. She decided to go with the cheaper option and started writing… enter her first novel, Caught Looking.
Now you can find the spicy, most definitely on the border of lunacy, kind of crazy lady residing in Colorado with the love of her life and her five, furry four-legged children, hiking a trail or hiding behind shelves at grocery stores, wondering what kind of lube the nervous stranger will bring home to his wife. Oh, and she loves a good boob squeeze!